Fog of the Mind

Unkempt and abandoned,

My mind is an empty town

Submerged in the greyest Fog,

Overgrown and moss embrowned

Abandon thought ye who enter,

The mind here enshrouds in dense smoke

Exit roads remain unfinished

Engulfed in a boundless grey cloak

The Fog swallows up the past and

Present here, as memories wilt

Untouched bricks lie in scattered piles

For towers that were never built